"Germany!" Italy yelled as he ran down the dark corridor towards him. "Germany! Germany can you-a hear me?!" he called but stopped as the German turned. His eyes had been gorged out of their sockets and blood ran down from them. His once perfect, pale, pink lips where gone and Italy could see his perfect white teeth clearly from where he stood. The German tried to talk but couldn't as his tongue that had once battled his own during their passionate kisses for dominance was gone. Germany raised his hand towards Italy and he realised that 3 of his fingers, that had once caressed his cheek so softly, where gone. "Uhtaria! un!" he tried to speak but couldn't on account of his tongue. "G-G-Germany?" Italy whispered as he raised a hand to his mouth horrified, tears streaming down his face like rivers. Blood spurted from Germany's mouth as a blade was plunged into his side and a face that looked much like Italy's own showed in the faint light. "Hello Italia." He said with a wicked grin upon his face. "You monster…" Italy whispered as he stared in horror at his one true love writhing in pain. "Monster? Me?" the Italy look-a-like said as he twisted the knife in Germany before pulling it out and letting him drop to the ground un moving. "But it was you who did it…" he whispered as he was suddenly behind Italy. Italy looked at his hands and noticed that he was carrying the bloodstained knife in one. Gasping he dropped the knife and looked at the Italy look-a-like again only to realised that it was a mirror. He looked at his hands covered in Germany's blood and let out a strangled sob as he fell to his knees beside the now dead Germany…
Italy awoke with a start, ripping free of Germany's arm and waking him in the process. A cold sheen of sweat covered Italy from head to toe yet he was shivering. "Italia? Vhats wrong?" he asked a he placed his hands on Italy's shoulders and slowly started to rub them. "It was just a dream…" he mumbled and Germany looked at him funny before his features smoothed into a softer expression. "Did you have a nightmare?" he asked and Italy turned to him and nodded. Tears were threatening to spill from Italy's and Germany pulled him into a hug. "It was just a dream Italia. Just a dream…" Germany whispered into his ear trying to calm the Italian's racing heart. "Are you okay now?" he whispered and Italy nodded slowly as he drew closer to the Germans body. 'He's not dead…you didn't kill him…he's right here…' Italy thought as he clung to Germany's chest. They fell back together under the covers once more, Italy still wound up in Germanys arms, his smell driving away the nightmares.
The next morning the Italian woke to find the bed empty and immediately freaked out. "Germany!" he yelled and Germany called from the kitchen. "God damn it!" he shouted and Italy ran into the kitchen to find that the German had red all down in his front. "Germany! No!" he yelled as he ran forward and tried to help the German but he pushed him away. "What's gotten into you? It's just pasta sauce." He said as he wiped a bit off of his apron and put it up to Italy's mouth. Italy tasted it to find that it was indeed just pasta sauce. "Sorry Germany…" he said looking down but the German just pulled him into a hug. "Does this have something to do with that dream of yours last night?" he asked and Italy nodded into the German's chest. "What was the dream?" he asked softly as he patted Italy's hair. The Italian sobbed, gripping Germany's chest. "I dreamt that I had-a killed you Germany…" he sobbed and the German frowned. "It was just a dream Italia, nothing more okay? Would you like some pasta?" he asked to cheer the little Italian up. Let's just say, it worked.